He kissed her without hesitation.
Not the kind born of desperation or fear.
This one was full of reverence. The kind that whisperedhome.
His lips brushed hers, and she answered with a sigh, curling her arms around his neck and rising to meet him. Her fingers threaded into the thick waves of his tawny hair, tugging until a low, hungry sound rumbled from deep in his chest.
It made something primal stir inside her.
They barely made it to the bedroom—half-dressed and completely consumed. Her back hit the wall, his hand sliding up her thigh, pushing the fabric of her pants down in a gentle glide. The brush of his fingers over her bare skin sent a tremor down her spine.
“Fuck, you’re already soaked,” he groaned, dragging his thumb over her slit through her panties. “You want me that bad?”
“Take them off and find out,” she dared, breath hitching.
He did by ripping the lace down her legs, then dropping to his knees. His tongue flicked out, and she nearly came undone on the spot.
“Dominic—fuck—” Her head hit the wall behind her as his mouth sealed over her pussy, tongue lapping at her like he was starving. “Gods, don’t stop. Don’t you dare?—”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he growled, voice muffled by her folds. “You taste like moonlight and fucking magic. Like you were made for my mouth.”
Her thighs trembled around his head as he devoured her—slow, thorough, possessive. His tongue slid over her clit, then plunged into her pussy, licking up every bit of slick she gave him. He moaned when she grabbed his hair, tugging hard enough to make his cock throb against his waistband.
“Get up here,” she gasped, breathless. “I want your cock inside me now.”
Dominic stood, eyes burning gold, lips wet with her. She shoved his pants down and his cock sprang free—thick, hard, perfect. Her mouth watered at the sight of it.
He leaned in, hand gripping her hip, voice rough. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me like I’m the only thing keeping you alive,” she whispered, grabbing his shaft and stroking it. “I want to feel youeverywhere. I want you to fill me so deep I forget where I end and you begin.”
That wild glint flared in his eyes as he pushed her back onto the bed and climbed over her, the heat of his body sinking into hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, guiding him to her entrance, and when he finally thrust in—it wasblissful devastation.
Her mouth fell open in a silent scream as he filled her, thick and slow, stretching her until she could barely breathe.
“Fuck, Lil…” His voice was raw. “You’re so tight. So fucking wet for me.”
She bit her lip as he drew back, then slammed in again. Her body arched, the rhythm stealing her breath and giving it back as fire.
“Just like that,” she moaned, nails dragging down his back. “Yes. Gods, you feelso good.”
Each thrust was a claiming. His cock drove into her with wild, hungry precision, grinding against her clit with every roll of his hips. The bed creaked beneath them. Her name spilled from his lips like worship between gritted teeth.
“You’re mine,” he snarled. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she gasped, meeting his thrusts with wild, desperate need. “I’ve always been yours.”
“And this pussy?” He pulled out, just to the tip, then shoved back in hard enough to punch the air from her lungs. “This is mine too, isn’t it?”
“All of it,” she moaned, legs locking tighter around him. “It’s always been yours.”
Magic began to stir around them—thick and electric. It crackled in her fingertips, in the sweat on his skin, in the air between their mouths.
The tether between them wasn’t just emotional—it waselemental. His essence brushed hers like flame kissing oil, and her magic answered back, wild and bright and blinding.
“Hold still,” she breathed, reaching between them.
She pressed the rune—etched in her own blood—into his palm. The moment their skin connected,everythingchanged.
